Time stutters and stops. Sensation and pleasure are my new guidelines. The drum of hot water. The slide of wet skin. Llywelyn in my hands.
I grab the lotion and open up his ass for me, while milking one tender nipple and kissing his neck. Time blurs. I’m thrusting into him. Both of my hands are back on his plump nipples, squeezing in time with my thrusts into his ass. Each squeeze earns me a whimpering carnal moan.
My lips brush over his skin, right where neck and shoulder meet. He smells so fucking amazing. It isn’t soap or perfume, it is something that is pure him, and it is driving me wild. I want to eat him, consume him, devour him, and make him mine.
My hips jerk. My balls tighten. My hands tug on his juicy nipples. My teeth sink into his neck, and I cum. I cum so hard I see stars.
He orgasms too, clenching around my cock so tightly it is both agony and bliss. And he screams. Screams my name. The sound echoes around the bathroom.
I pant and heave. Stars swirl through my mind. Somehow, I turn the shower off. Now the only sound is our laboured breathing. Llywelyn’s knees seem to have given up. I’m holding all of his weight.
That was intense. Very different from the first two times I fucked him, and he acted as if he could barely feel me.
Now he is limp in my arms. He’d collapse to the floor if I let go of him.
Carefully, I turn him around. His golden eyes are all hazy and unfocused. As if he is completely out of it. Is this what cock-drunk looks like?
“Are you okay?” I ask.
His lips part. “I…I”
Well, that’s not very coherent. Frowning, I scoop him up into my arms and start carrying him back to bed. I know I am a fantastic lover, and in a lot of ways he is not very experienced, but even so, his reaction seems a bit extreme.
I lay him on the bed and he clings on to me. Grinning, I slide in next to him and spoon him. He relaxes and my heart thumps in contentment. We are both wet from the shower, but we will dry soon enough. The only thing that seems worthy of any attention right now, is the need to be close to Llywelyn. The feeling is dreamy. Euphoric.
I should probably be more concerned. I’m not daft. I can tell something just happened. Some strange fey sex thing. However, perhaps because I’m basking in the post nut glow, or exulting in the best sex I’ve had in a long, long time, but I can’t bring myself to care about the strangeness.
No, scrub that. I do care. Something has just happened between us. Something profound.
And I like it.
Chapter sixteen
Blearily, I open my eyes. The sunlight streaming through the window is definitely midday light. I fell asleep? That’s surprising. Then again, this day really hasn’t gone to plan from the moment it began. I didn’t mean to fuck Llywelyn. It was supposed to be just a blow job. But I got super horny and carried away and accidentally ended up having the best sex of my life.
Fucking hell, whatwasthat? Intense doesn’t even begin to describe it. What the hell happened?
Llywelyn stirs, and reluctantly I loosen my hold of him. He rolls over to face me. His hair is all tousled and messy, not surprisingly, since we fell asleep wet. My own hair must be in a right state. But somehow, Llywelyn is managing to make his tangled golden hair look utterly adorable.
My gaze drifts to his golden eyes, and I startle. He is giving me a strange look again. This time, he appears to be regarding me as if I’m something holy. Well, I did give him two bloody good orgasms this morning. The second of which nearly knocked him out.
His long fingers lift up to his neck, where I bit him. There isn’t a mark on him, but he traces the spot like he can still feel me. I wonder where else he can still feel me?
“Are you okay?” I ask, and my voice comes out in a deep rumble.
He nods slowly.
This bastard. Never forthcoming with information. It really is rather infuriating.
“What was that, in the shower? What happened?” I ask.
If he comes back with, ‘we had sex,’ I’m going to be super annoyed. But he doesn’t say that. Instead, his eyes grow impossibly large.
“That wasn’t a human thing?” he says.
I stare at him for a moment while I try to gather my spinning thoughts. “I thought it was a fey thing?”
Now we are both staring at each other, equally confused. That mind-blowing sex, that feeling of falling apart and being put back together with pieces of Llywelyn’s essence shoring up the wounds of my soul, that was not a human thing at all. Neither was the way he nearly passed out on me.
